Lioness from Eden

Never one to believe in anything,
you adopt an elitist attitude towards those who hold opinions that are not your own.

A lady finds you to be her one and only,
for you and her connected many lives ago.

Now you’re arguing insistently, without
fully appreciating what her lips and mind are explaining.

She feels a pang of hurt as you tear layers of her arguments away without thinking of the consequences.

Not one to see your folly, you shovel the dirt from an increasingly large hole.

Seeing a chance, she pounces upon your weak argument like a Lioness from Eden.

Now you can see her, and your elitist bullshit begins to falter and fall away.

She catches you with her teeth, and you flail about like a rabbit not long for death; you both find deep love in two pairs of eyes.

Quartz Heart

Beauty moves within you,
for you possess a soul different to most.

Broken by things once horrible,
you took your experiences and ascended.

Boldly moving ahead of your time,
most people don’t get your quartz heart.

Brittle feelings once many,
now emotions of all kinds flourish within.

Brightly moving along the way,
you deserve more love
and
blue kindness,
for quartz is a beautiful gem
and
comes in many rare colours.

Broken Pieces

Broken and chipped cups
and sauces sit still in a
crate next to your kitchen
cupboards.

As a true bohemian and
lover of broken things, you
embrace Kintsugi.

To you, gold and silver joinery,
no matter the cost is more
beautiful than any
complete piece.

Those broken pieces are
your broken pieces, as you
mend the sorrows of your life.

Crying over a piece, you forget
yourself and reach for the kettle.

The Wildflower Tea of your
sorrow flows into your cup, yet
the hot water and steam turns
sorrow into sweetness, as you
sip from your cup of sparrows.

The Red Flower

You are far from me
Yet you are so close to me
Your hand touches me
Yet you are continents away
I saw you that day we connected
I was inside your head
Your alarm was mine
Yet you embraced our special gift
I know your thoughts, and you mine
It was the fates playing
You’re with me until the Fates know
Yet I love you being here
I touch you with my lips to your heart
It turned our spirits alight
You showed me the red flower
Yet you never said a word
I vowed to meet you in a week
It was the happiest words
You agreed to meet me in a week
Your happiness ripples
I cannot speak
It is done

From Dragons

The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.

We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.

We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.

My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.

Two Humans

Your chest hurts after the two of you fight, and you feel wretched at the hurt he anchors to the shore again.

You want to be understood, but the way you say your words and your overthinking mind get in the way betraying who you are.

You’re hurting so intensely that your chest aches, your blood boils, and you feel the weight of it all.

His anchor won’t remain in the sea for very long, so don’t throw yourself into the deep waters of emotion;
there’s no need to lose yourself.

It’s only another fight.
You are both humans.

Soon you’ll both return
to your journey on
the sea of your lives.